Can my coconut palm climber climb up in an exotic land? Will the voyage through my verse be a moonwalk for my editor? My mind conceives in Malayalam, but the delivery is in English. My literary remote sensing turns triumphant. An American deciphers my vision and passion, wiping the vernacular fog. I feel as if I’m flying over the ocean. The poetic passage is through the soul, above all the borders. Universalizing the regional is an art that develops in the heart. Sharing culture is a literary virtue. I recall my verse nosedived into a local sardonic editor’s wastebasket. My creative urge is like a snake-head fish, slithers along the sand, perceiving the presence of water. My protagonist’s pathos echoes in the acceptance email from Stefani. A true appreciation is an honorarium. She brings me into the limelight through the archway of The Literary Hatchet. Previously published in The Literary Hatchet